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“You’re right.” He smirks again, and I wish that arrogant lift of his lips wasn’t so darned attractive. “I spend most nights lately pleasuring myself as I picture your pussy wrapped tight around my cock.”
A gasp explodes from my lips, and fiery heat races across my cheeks then doubles back to my lower half and settles between my legs. Good golly, I’ve never heard anyone with such a mouth. Nor have I ever been so turned on.
A sinful chuckle echoes over the rushing water as he stands. “As much as I would like to stay and watch you strip down into your lace lingerie, I can see you’re not ready. But I promise, you will be soon. Before long, I’ll have you splayed across that bed, bare before me. You’ll beg me for another orgasm, and another and another. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll give it to you, again and again.”
I stare up at him, my jaw practically unhinged. First of all, how does he know about my lace lingerie? All the moisture evaporates from my mouth and travels to my lusty cooter. Because somehow, I believe him. I’m quite certain Nico Rossi would be capable of giving me the one thing no other man has.
He crouches down beside me, and my ragged breaths catch in my throat. “Get some rest, little fox. I’ll be back soon.” Brilliant irises pierce mine as he cups my cheek and runs a calloused thumb across my skin. Before I can muster a word, let alone a sentence, he whirls around and stalks out.
The minute he’s gone, my entire body deflates. I run through the last few hours, my mind reeling. I puked on Nico Rossi’s shoes. An insane fit of the giggles has me buckling over, and I’m so distracted the water in the tub nearly spills over.
“Oh, crap!” I slide to the opposite end of the basin and turn off the faucet just in time.
As I start to unbutton my blouse, a pair of mesmerizing sapphire eyes fill my vision. Instead of my own fingers, I imagine his peeling off my clothes. That heat burns low in my belly, and I blink quickly, chasing away the completely inappropriate thoughts. If I could walk, I’d unwrap that present Rose ordered for me. I still hadn’t taken that bad boy for a spin.
I’m delirious, clearly. I need rest and tomorrow, I’ll be as good as new. I just have to find a way to stay far away from Nico Rossi.
CHAPTER 9
THE BEST DREAM
Nico
Shards of moonlight creep through the sliver between the heavy velvet curtains and lance across Maisy’s milky white flesh. The thick, oppressive drapes are so at odds with the rest of her bedroom and the light, airy feel. The reason is so heartbreakingly clear it stabs at my cold heart, jerking it to life and forcing it to pump again. She’s trying to keep someone out.
And as arrogant as I often am, I’m fairly certain it isn’t me.
No, it’s her abusive, asshole ex, Jasper.
Those weeks I kept him captive were quite enlightening. He used to brag about all the passive-aggressive, devious ways he tortured his wife, keeping her bound to him. Abuse comes in all forms, not always physical. Bit by bit, he’d destroyed her self-confidence and made her feel weak and useless.
After only a few hours with my little fox, I realize how wrong he was. How he could undervalue such an incredible creature is beyond me. I stalk closer, inching toward her bed. My heart kicks at my ribs with each step, the predator inside me pulsing to life at the thrill of my prey sprawled across the soft linen.
Her pale pink negligée is scandalous, soft silk caressing porcelain flesh and peaked nipples that barely extends to her upper thigh. A woman who sleeps in a nightgown like that wants to be fucked. She may not know it yet, but she’s ready to move on from that bastard. And I will be that man for her.
I kneel at the side of her bed, right in front of her nightstand where I’ve left another gift - an orchid this time, an extremely rare one. The ghost orchid with its stark white color seems to float in the darkness. But no flower no matter the fragrance compares to her. My nostrils flare at her enticing scent. That sweet perfume of the flowers that fill her home mingle with her naturally tempting aroma and seep from each and every fine pore. I lean closer and sweep back a lock of auburn hair, pinning it behind her delicate ears.
A breathy sigh parts her lips at my gentle touch.
That faint sound has me instantly hard. Cazzo, this woman. I’ve always had a thing for redheads, but this obsession is unnatural. I allow my hand to linger along her cheek, running my thumb across her satin skin.
Even asleep, she leans into my touch. Dio, how I crave her, how I long to possess her. She shifts and the thin strap of her negligée falls down her shoulder revealing the perfect swell of her breast. For such a petite woman, her breasts are exquisite, full and curvy and just made for my palms.
My cock strains against my slacks, and I regret not going home to change into something more comfortable before coming here. Had I known I was to spend all night watching Maisy sleep, I would have put on some sweatpants. At least this way my erection wouldn’t be so damned painful.
Too late now.
I chase the pointless thought away and focus on the beautiful woman before me. Next time, I’ll bring my paints and a canvas. The way the light spills over her perfect form is truly breathtaking. My fingers twitch, the sight of her just begging to be captured in a portrait. Instead, I quell my artistic cravings by running a finger down her throat, then across her collarbone. Lingering just above her breasts, I’m practically salivating as I imagine my tongue replacing that finger.
I’m certain Maisy will taste like sweet cherries and sweeter redemption.
The quiet ones are always the most sinful, and the most satisfying to break. Once she gives into me, there will be no return. Descending into the depths of hell is a one-way trip for most. I crawled and clawed my way back from the inferno, and I have no intentions of ever going back.
Burying the dismal thoughts to the dark corners of my psyche, I focus on my little fox, on the gentle rise and fall of her chest. I run my finger between her breasts, repressing every carnal urge to graze her peaked nipples and blaze a path down her silk nightie.
As I reach the indecent hemline, her breaths quicken. I hazard a quick look up, but her eyes remain closed. I toy with the soft negligée then my fingers dance past the material to her bare leg.
Another faint sigh steals between her pink lips. It only urges me on.
